SUMMARY: When everything in Violet Amourdoux's life goes wrong, she thinks life is hopeless... until she meets a certain pirate captain who takes pity on her and lets her join the crew. They go on a journey to find gems that will lead them to the fabled lost treasure of Charlemagne, but run into many unexpected challenges like ghosts, dragons, sea monsters, ancient curses, zombies, and more otherworldly surprises.
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"Er, no, Charlotte, I think it would be better if we put Bardeaux's here." Violet said, holding a painting of a landscape up to an empty space on the wall. Violet was a shy, pretty girl with long, hip-length, straight, maple-brown hair and big, gray, innocent eyes. She had a slim figure, hips the right size, slim waist, her bust wasn't so large, but what did she care? She was dressed in a light blue dress of mediocre value (goodness knows she wasn't rich). She was the head of an art gallery and never usually had any trouble keeping control -- her only problem was being loud enough for people to hear her among noise.
"You see?" Violet asked. "It goes well next to this one." she gestured to a painting of a beautiful woman. The painting wasn't old at all. Bardeaux had painted it at the turn of the 1700's, not so long ago. "Bardeaux makes an allusion to a woman in his picture here. See how there's a face in it? The birds represent the eyelashes and the flowers are the mouth. The nose is that shrub there."
Charlotte looked increasingly annoyed. "It doesn't go here, Violet."
"But... I think it will work best--"
"You originally said it would go with nature." Charlotte argued.
"Well, yes, but looking at it now, I realize it's a much better idea if we put it here." Violet told her sweetly.
"It will look bad there!"
"Er, Charlotte, I am the art director of this gallery, and--"
"And what do you do?!" Charlotte exclaimed angrily. "You tell us 'yes, that's pretty' or 'no, that's trash.'"
"I never say another person's art is trash--" she began nicely, but Charlotte cut her off.
"You don't deserve to be the director here, Violet!" Charlotte cried. "I do much more than you!"
"But it's my job to oversee--"
"That's it! That's enough! I'm a much better artist than you, and I think I should be the art director!"
"You are very skilled, Charlotte, but running this gallery is my job and I--"
"Look, this is the last straw." Charlotte stated. "I've convinced Mr. Lux," (the man who owned the gallery) "that you are not the best girl for the job. I think I'll fully convince him later today."
"Wh-what...?" Violet stuttered.
"It's over, Violet, I'm making sure of that." Charlotte said.
"But -- but--"
Just then, Mr. Lux walked in.
"Oh! Mr. Lux!" Charlotte cried, running to him. "I must talk to you!" they went into his office and Violet stood in shock. She sat down and mulled over the situation. She picked up a piece of charcoal and idly drew a picture.
After about a half an hour, Violet had finished her drawing. It was of a jewelry box that had seashells and sapphire gems decorating the top and sides. She folded it up and stuffed it in her purse. Just then, Mr. Lux and Charlotte emerged from the office.
"Violet, please listen to Charlotte, she has to tell you something..." he told her. Violet nodded and he walked out.
"Violet," Charlotte began smugly, "Mr. Lux agrees with me -- you are not good enough to do this job. We're letting you go."
"What?" Violet gasped, heartbroken. "But -- but this is all I have. This is the only art gallery in town! I live for art -- what will I do?"
"Not our problem." Charlotte sneered. "Mr. Lux saw the truth. Have a nice life." And she walked off.
Violet, on the edge of tears, picked up a box nearby and packed all her stuff in it. She walked home and entered her house. Her landlord was there.
"Oh, good day, Mr. Rich." she said cheerfully, putting the box down.
"Good day, Violet." he greeted. "Erm, I have some rather... distressing news..."
"Oh?" Violet asked politely, but wearily.
"Yes, I'm afraid we're going to have to... evict you... You didn't pay your rent. And... we're going to take everything. You can take your personal belongings..." Rich said hesitantly. Violet's heart sunk. "Could you be out... well... tonight?"
"Er, er, of course..." Violet stuttered politely.
"I'm so sorry..." he said, and left the house.
Violet slumped down on a chair. 'What am I going to do?' she thought, tears forming in her eyes. 'Charlotte was one of my only friends... Rory is out of town... What am I going to do?' She started crying.
After a few moments, she sniffled and wiped the tears from her face. She stood up and got two suitcases from her room. She filled them with her clothes belongings and readied herself to leave. She pulled her paintings off of any frames and easels she had sitting around, and packed all of her art supplies.
'Where am I going to stay?' she thought. She sighed and decided to go down to the beach and watch the ocean. She made her way to the beach and looked around. There was a little cove she used to play in when she was little around here somewhere. She walked along the beach all the way to the cliff. She then remembered the cove she used to visit when she was a child. 'The cove... I could stay there...' She edged her way along the narrow path between the water and the cliff until she came to the cove. She sat down and buried her head in her knees and started crying.
Captain Jack Sparrow was running from the guards of the city. Alright, so he'd stolen the governor's prize gem: the Emerald of the Sea worth more than twice Jack's weight in gold. He finally ran into a large cluster of trees that covered the entire area he was in.
"Alrigh'..." he mumbled to himself, "where are you goin', Jack?" He glanced back to see if anyone was coming. Suddenly, he looked forward and was right on the edge of a cliff. His eyes widened as he tried to keep his balance, but to no avail. He plummeted off the cliff and into the water below. He resurfaced and looked around frantically. He quickly spotted a hidden cove and took refuge in it. He shook the water off him and made sure he had the gem (he'd wrapped it up in a cloth and tied it tight).
"Erm, excuse me." someone said from behind him. He wheeled around and laid eyes on Violet. "Er, who are you?"
"Me?" Jack asked. "Er, the name's Smith."
"Are you alright, Mr. Smith?" she asked. "You just sort of... fell off that cliff."
"Oh, yeah, I'm alrigh'." he replied, out of breath. He sat down next to her and she nervously shifted away from him. "I'm made of steel."
She laughed a little and introduced herself. "Erm, I'm Violet. Violet Amourdoux."
"Nice to meet you, Miss Violet Amourdoux." he said. "Beautiful name."
She blushed. "Erm, might I ask why you fell off that cliff?" He noticed that she had a very sweet voice -- very shy and quiet and polite.
"Oh, I'd rather not say." he replied casually.
"Oh, that's fine." she told him. "I'm sorry..."
He looked at her. "For what, love?"
"I-I asked... it wasn't my business..." she stuttered and looked away from him (she was blushing from being called "love").
"Ah, don' be sorry for somethin' like that." he told her. "Pull out a knife and stab me in the arm -- that I would expect you to be sorry for." She laughed quietly. "So what're you doin' 'ere in this cove, darling?"
"Erm, well, I sort of..." she sighed. "Today hasn't been the best day... It's a long story."
"I got the time -- let's 'ave it." he said.
She explained what had happened that day: about the loss of her job and her house and a friend (or who she thought was a friend).
"So you got no place to go?" he asked.
"No." she replied.
"What're you goin' to do?"
She shrugged. "I have no idea..."
He thought for a moment. "Can you swordfight?"
"Er, er, no. No, I can't..." she replied, a bit taken off guard from this sudden question.
"Hmm..." he mumbled, thinking. He glanced at her. "Can you shoot?"
"Erm, no..."
"Can you cook?" he asked.
She shook her head. She knew what was coming. She'd been through it before. She was used to what everyone said when they asked what she could do. He was going to say "well, what can you do?" She knew he was going to say it. Everyone did.
He shrugged. "Well, no worries." She glanced up at him, surprised at his answer. "You know what? I've got a ship an' you're welcome to join me on it." He didn't know what it was about this girl, but he knew he was acting different than usual. This girl made him more gentle for some reason. Had it been almost any other woman, he probably would've tried to get lucky, but that wasn't his goal with Violet. For some reason, he didn't like seeing her pain -- even though he hardly knew her. "You got nowhere else to go, right?"
"R-right, but... but what would I do?" she asked. If it had been anyone else, she would've declined immediately, but... this man... had trust in his eyes. She felt she could trust him -- something that didn't happen often at all.
"Well, what would you like to do?"
Her eyes began to water and she looked out at the ocean. She sniffled and started to cry. Jack panicked.
"Wh-wha's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, moving closer to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, in attempt to comfort her, and she flinched and moved away from him. He recovered his hand and looked at her with concern.
She sniffled. "I'm sorry -- It's not polite for me to cry like this, but... You... asked what I'd like to do..." she sniffled and wiped the tears from her cheeks, "no one's ever asked me that before... But... still... there's nothing I can do to help you. I'd only be a burden."
"Oh, nonsense, darling." he dismissed. "What is it that you like to do?"
"Well, all I know is art..." she replied, sniffling. "That's why I worked at the gallery. But... my art can't help you..."
"Well, I don' know." Jack told her. "I like art. I'm the captain of the ship, you know. I'll make you a deal. You paint me somethin' an' you can stay on my ship, savvy?"
"Oh, you're just saying that -- I couldn't possibly intrude--"
"It's no intrusion, love." he told her. "Besides, you're beautiful -- it'd be nice to 'ave someone like you around the ship."
She blushed: her face turned blood red and she uncomfortably glanced away from him, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. She gulped nervously. "Erm, er, thank you, I, er, erm..."
He decided to change the subject, as it was apparently not the best one to speak on. "Look, darling, I'm afraid I 'aven' been very honest with you..." She looked at him. "My name's not Smith -- it's Sparrow." her eyes widened. "Please don' yell or anythin', my intentions are... almost noble." he rushed. "Anyway, yes, Sparrow, like Captain Jack Sparrow, famous pirate, but I'm not as bad as tales say, now, am I?"
She stared at him. "You're Captain Jack Sparrow?" she asked, wide-eyed. He nodded. She smiled in awe. "Oh, I've read all about you! Oh, It's an honor, Mr. Sparrow!"
She didn't scream -- wow. That didn't happen often.
"Er, you can call me Jack." he told her. She smiled awkwardly. "So, what do you say? You want to come with me? What do you 'ave to lose?"
She thought for a moment. "Well, I suppose... I suppose I do need a place to live..." She looked up at him. "I promise I'll be as much help to you as I can. Thank you very much for letting me come with you."
"O' course, darling, don' mention it." He peeked out at the docks. No guards -- he was lucky. "Alrigh', will you do me a favor?" She nodded. "Stay 'ere an' 'old this for me..." he handed her the wrapped up gem, "while I go an' commandeer one of those row boats, savvy?"
"Mm hm." she nodded.
"Alrigh', I'll be back for you in a moment." he crept out of the cove and over to the docks.
He untied one of the boats from the dock and got in it. He picked up the oars and started rowing back towards Violet. He rowed up next to her.
"Simple." he said. "Come on."
She handed him the gem (of which she didn't know what it was, as she didn't peek at it), and her suitcases and he set them behind him.
"Er, how do I get into this, anyway?" she asked, not wanting to overturn it.
"Well, come 'ere, I'll grab you by the waist and pull you in. You're goin' to 'ave to lean on me, though." he said, holding out his hands to her. She panicked and glanced around nervously. "It's okay, love, I'm not goin' to 'urt you." He was telling the truth; she could tell. But still, she hesitated. "Me arms are goin' to fall off if I keep 'em like this all day, sweetheart." he said jokingly, with a smile.
She smiled awkwardly and decided to trust him. She leaned over and grabbed onto his shoulders and he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. She sat down in the boat, moving away from Jack.
"You alrigh'?" he asked and she nodded. Just then, a big black ship sailed from around the side of the cliff. "Oh, an' there's me ship. The Black Pearl."
"Oh, yes, I've read about it!" she said eagerly (her moods sure change fast). "The fastest ship in the Caribbean, right?"
"The very fastest." Jack confirmed proudly.
Suddenly, a large group of guards gathered on the beach and yelled at Jack (they were about 20 feet offshore).
"SPARROW! IF YOU DO NOT HALT RIGHT THIS MOMENT, WE WILL BE FORCED TO OPEN FIRE!"
"Oh, no..." Jack mumbled. "Darling, will you do me a really big favor?"
"Erm, sure." she agreed. "What is it?"
"Jus'... turn around." he said. "An' don' get mad at me..." She furrowed her brow in worry, but turned around nonetheless. He pulled out his pistol and held it to her head. "I'm really sorry about this an' I promise not to 'urt you." He looked out at the guards. "WELL, LOOKS LIKE I GOT ME A HOSTAGE! YOU SHOOT ME, YOU SHOOT 'ER!" The guards exchanged glances. "NOW, YOU TURN AROUND AN' MARCH BACK INTO THE CITY, AN' SHE WON' GET 'URT." He lowered his voice and spoke to Violet. "'elp me out 'ere, love -- scream for effect."
"Er... er... DON'T LET HIM SHOOT ME! PLEASE!!" she screamed (though her scream was not very loud as she was such a quiet girl).
"Nice, darling." he said with a smile. "SO WHAT'S IT GOIN' TO BE?!"
The guards glanced at each other and nodded. They turned and walked back into the city. After Jack was sure they were far away, he put his pistol away and started to row to the ship. Violet turned back around.
"Sorry about that, love." he apologized.
"It's alright." she said sweetly.
Now, what for conversation...? Violet pushed her hair back and Jack noticed how long it was.
"You 'ave gorgeous hair, darling, 'ow long did it take to get it like that?" he asked.
"Oh, er, erm, thank you..." she said, blushing profusely. "Er, it took about twenty years. ...Well, my whole life... considering... I'm twenty..." He chuckled. "I'm sorry... I tend to say stupid things... usually..."
"Oh, sweetheart, I wasn' laughin' at you -- what you said was cute." he told her.
"Oh..." She uncomfortably glanced away from him.
Most of the trip over to the ship was spent in silence. When they finally arrived, the crew threw a rope down. Jack threw the gem up on deck, along with Violet's luggage.
"They're goin' to pull you up, alrigh'?" he asked. "Jus' grab onto the rope an 'old on tight." She nodded and grabbed onto the rope. They started to pull her up, but it just slid through her hands.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed. "Ohh, I'm sorry, I'm not very strong..."
"It's alrigh'." he said patiently. "Jus' 'old onto me, savvy?" She nodded. "Put your arms around me neck." She hesitantly obeyed, and he grabbed onto the rope with both hands. "'ang on tight, sweetheart."
"Mm hm." she nodded and they pulled them up onto the ship.
After they sort of situated themselves, Gibbs asked Jack about Violet.
"Oh, this is Miss Violet Amourdoux." Jack told him. "I'll explain later. Oh, by the way, 'ere's what we were 'ere for." He handed the gem to Gibbs and turned to Violet. "Come on, love, I'll show you to your room."
He picked up her suitcases and headed downstairs. Violet looked at Gibbs and smiled pleasantly, and followed Jack.
They went downstairs and down a hall to a room that was next to the one at the very end on the right side. Jack set her luggage down and she stepped inside.
"Well, let's see... there's not much you need to know -- we lead pretty simple lives." he said. "Er, tha's my room in case you need anythin'," he gestured to the room at the very end of the hall (the room next to hers), she nodded, "I'll show you around the ship later an' explain everythin'. Once you finish unpackin', come up on deck an' find me -- I'll be at the helm."
She nodded. He smiled and left the room. He made to close the door behind him, but...
"Jack." she said. He looked back at her. "...Erm, thank you very much for letting me stay here. I really don't know what I would've done if you hadn't come along."
"Anytime, sweetheart." he replied. "Glad to 'elp." He left and she began unpacking.
What was it about her? He was never this patient or... this decent, really, to almost anyone. The poor girl was so shy and rejected, he couldn't just not help her. Violet Amourdoux: the name that would change Captain Jack Sparrow forever.
Yay for a new story! Hope you enjoyed it! The plot will surface in the next chapter and more fun will come. A lot of action will be added later, which will be fun. Yay! PLEASE REVIEW!!